Berlianku My wife
32. Report to each other

"Non's police report?" ask Mr. Yon confused.

"Yes sir" Alya and Ardi answered with enthusiasm.

Alya who was hiding behind the door was surprised to hear the man she thought was evil in the spirit of answering. Alya quiet. Mr. Yon rubbed his neck in confusion.

"Why silence Mr. Yon? Call police! I'll make sure the woman is in jail!" said Ardi geram.

Hearing Ardi's words, Alya grew shocked to grow furious.

"What do you mean imprison me? You should be in jail!" alya replied defiantly, no matter how she put her aura in front of the men instead of her mahram.

"Yes! Look at my head, even I am injured and I will make a visa, this is an act of violence, persecution" Ardi replied steadily.

"Well! The visa? Hey crazy crook!" Alya stared intently at Ardi. "You're wrong for going into people's rooms without permission" Alya recalls.

"Croom people? Whatdidyou say?" tanya Ardi did not accept.

Hearing the debate of the two people of different sexes, Mr. Yon was confused and tried to mediate.

"Den Ardi, Non Lian!" sir Yon's exclaim made Alya and Ardi speechless.

Yes, as long as Mr. Yon Alya's name is Lian. When Alya introduced himself, Alya Berlian Sari, Mr. Yon heard the final word, because at that time Mr. Yon was listening to a song. When Pak Yon asked again to call Alya Lian, Alya agreed. So Mr. Yon knew Alya by the name of Lian.

"Huh. So that's Ardi, Rita's aunt, I'm dead!" muttered Alya immediately paled to hear Mr. Yon call Ardi's name.

"Do you not know each other?" ask Mr. Yon.

Ardi was silent, Alya was silent.

"Non Lian, Den Ardi is Rita's son. Den Ardi, I think Den Ardi Non Lian's brother so yesterday and I did not tell Den Ardi, if Den Ardi's apartment is occupied by Non Lian" Pak Yon explained.

Ardi and Alya remained silent. Alya's heart was pumping very strongly, he saw that Ardi's temple was completely injured. There was guilt, fear and shame in Alya's heart.

While Ardi clasped his hand furiously. Intention to avoid his Mama, but he actually met something worse than just being introduced to a future wife.

Mr. Yon saw Lian and Ardi.

"So Den Ardi and Non Lian really don't know?" ask Mr. Yon.

"Leave us both sir" replied Ardi flatly making up his mind.

"Huh? Whatdoes thatmean? Mr. Yon don't go!" said Alya did not want to be left alone with Ardi.

"Sir Yon!" Call Ardi with the mode to his garage. Hinted Mr. Yon to leave.

Mr. Yon who knows how and who Ardi understands the meaning of Ardi's call.

"Well Den, I'm going" replied Mr. Yon.

"Sir ! No" said Alya

"Sorry Non" replied Mr. Yon leaving Alya Diamond.

"I'm with Mr. Yon" Alya replied following Mr. Yon.

"Sir Yon! "call Ardi louder.

"Sorry non Lian, I'm not ready to take the risk, Den Ardi is angry. Non Lian solves non Lian's own problems"

"But sir" Alya pleaded.

"Oh yes, Non Lian looks very beautiful not to wear a hijab" said Mr. Yon Lirih then left.

Hearing what Mr. Yon said, Alya's face immediately turned red, so insolent Mr. Yon. Alya's steps stopped in front of the apartment door. Intention to follow Mr. Yon directly Alya throw away. Even though Mr. Yon is old, men are still men, he thought all gesrek.

"Astaghfirulloh, what's wrong with me. Where's jilbabku? where's my hair tie? How'this?" Alya muttered in front of the door to see Mr. Yon go with his security staff.

"Hhhh how is this? Did I just go? Where am I going? I didn't even dare to look at him, he was really like a vampire, just like Mba Mia and Mba Ida said"

"Eh wrong, wrong, not a vampire but a wolf"

Alya bit her lips and her hand squeezed the tip of her pajamas. Alya is confused after finding out the man she hit is Mama Rita's son.

Then Alya chose to sit on the living room sofa. Alya realized she was not closing the aurat properly. Alya also realizes that she and Ardi are both adults. They are of different sex not mahrom. Alya also realized he had made a mistake.

"Hey crazy girl" call Ardi from the room.

"Duhh..why else is he?" alya grumbled to hear Ardi's voice.

"Hey Lian!" call Ardi to say Alya's last name.

"Here you!" ardi's orders are getting snapped.

"I count down, until number one you're not here I'll report you to the police, three du.. "

"Yes, "Alya replied upset and half ran to the room. "Why?" tanya Alya withholds discomfort because it is faced with the type of lawab without wearing a hijab.

"Rightly!" snapped Ardi.

"You mean?"

"You didn't see? Here, here, here!" ardi's snapping showed his chafing temples, his bruised hands and the back of his painful shoulder.

Alya gulped. Alya lowered her head to hear Ardi's words, Alya did not dare to look at him. She doesn't pay attention to Ardi, but Alya's eyes go around looking for a hanger on the wall there might be pants, a cardigan or a hijab she can take. And it turns out nil, this afternoon Alya just cleaned his dirty clothes, all he was washing and not yet dried.

"You didn't notice me!" snapped Ardi.

"Yes yes, sorry!" alya replied annoyedly being yelled at continuously.

"Why silence?"

"Keep I have to be responsible how?" ask Alya

"Remember!"

"Yes a minute!" Then Alya into the middle room took the medicine in the P3K box. After getting it Alya handed the medicine to Ardi.

"It's the cure" Alya replied handing over the medicine.

"What the fuck. You don't see me bleeding, even to stand up hard, clean up!" ardi's orders spoiled.

"Even marry, even just a small wound as well" Alya grumbled with her manny lips. Makes Alya very cute.

Unbeknownst to Alya, Ardi who held back angrily became withered looking at Alya's cute face and lips. Ardi was amazed and stunned to see Alya. Alya's hair was beautifully broken, her lips were tiny, her face was extremely sweet displaying natural beauty.

"What did you say?" tanya Ardi held the prestige. "Marijuana? you didn't even realize you were beating me brutally, like a thug" Ardi sneered at Alya's lowered face.

"What did you say? A thug? It's delicious!"

"What is this?" ardi replied showing his bleeding temple.

"Yes yes I cleaned it!" finally Alya gave up on arguing, Alya got up about to wash her hands.

"Where are you going?" tanya Ardi saw Alya turned around and stepped outside.

"I want to wash my hands, he said, to be cleaned. My hand was holding a broom, you want your wound to be infected?" alya replied long.

Ardi was stunned to hear Alya's words. Even Alya details once, just cleaning the blisters wounds should wash hands.

After washing Alya's hands sitting on the mattress beside Ardi, Alya sat sideways facing Ardi, even their faces were very close. Makes Ardi's heart beat fast.

Alya started to clean Ardi's wounds. Alya wet the sterile cassa with cleaning fluid. It then gently cleans the blood under the Ardi temple which begins to dry out. Continue giving betadin, after which cover it with kassa and hypavik.

Alya collected her long hair that was freely strung towards the side, putting it dangling over her chest until her right abdomen.

Ardi is on the left side of Alya. Ardi increasingly clearly saw the elegance of Alya. Even the neck of the level and smooth Alya was clearly visible in Ardi's eyes. When dealing with Alya, Ardi did not stop staring fixed Alya's face. Anger and pain are like getting out of the way and getting a little distracted. Now Ardi's chest was filled with a warm thump that could not be interpreted.

"It's done" Alya replied distancing her body and scraping her P3K box. Alya stood up intending to send her back to the middle room.

"Wait!" call Ardi. Alya sat back down.

"When did you stay here?" tanya Ardi softened.

"There hasn't been a month" Alya replied briefly.

"Who let you stay here?" Ardi was again asked a rhetorical question. Because without asking Ardi knew for sure this was his mother.

"Mama Rita" Alya replied gently.

"What did you say? Ma_ma?" tanya Ardi spelled Mama's call.

Alya nodded, "Yes"

"It's so ridiculous! Who are you, dare to call my mother Mama. Only I can call him mamah" answered Ardi possessively.

"Ishhhh ck" Alya hissed and clucked seeing Ardi possessive. Even Ms. Rita herself told him to call Mama Rita.

"Well I won't call you mama anymore, I'm here because of Aunt Rita" Alya replied after cleaning the P3K